I swim in agitated circles, wishing I knew how to help the human girl I am supposed to guide. Grief presses her so hard I don’t know how she can draw her next breath.
My heart feels heavy too. Nearby, six dolphins float inside the Bubble of Communion, protected while they unite with their split-tails, giving comfort and counsel. And I remain beyond reach, knowing mine needs me, yet unable to connect with her.
“What troubles you?”
So involved in my own turmoil am I that I don’t notice my friend until she speaks.
“I can’t reach my ward.”
Sunny pokes my belly with her nose, pushing me out of my repetitive path. I do my best to give her my attention.
“You have a human to guide? Her mouth drops open.”
She twirls. “Really? What do you know about your One?”
“She’s not quite a woman but not a child either.”
“Yes, and she needs my help.”
“Does she call to you asking for guidance?”
“Well, not exactly.”
Sunny presses her nose into mine. “Then why worry? She will call when she’s ready, won’t she?”
“She grieves.” Unable to stay still, I swim a circle around my friend.
“How do you know?” Sunny opens her mouth in puzzlement, pivots in place to track me as I go around and around.
“I feel it.” I still myself with effort.
“You feel it? How? You’re not in the Bubble of Communion, and you say she did not call out seeking help from her Ally.” She makes a bubble ring in an attempt to get me to play.
“She doesn’t even know I am her spirit guide.”
“Then maybe she’s not your One, because that’s not how things work.”
“I know it’s not supposed to work that way. But that’s how it works for me.” Girls. I would have named her Smug, not Sunny. I thrash my tail. Now my friend says just what the Wise Ones and all the adults tell me.
“Are you sure?” She nuzzles my side, trying to be comforting, but I just want to thrash.
“You don’t have a human to serve yet. I know I am hers.”
She surfaces for air, which we all do, but dolphins usually rise together when we’re talking or playing. She bolts off in a rush, so I can tell I hurt her feelings. I grab air and swim playful circles around her. That usually puts her in a good mood.
“Sunny, I’m sorry. I know you’re trying to help. We’re both young. I understand I’m not supposed to have a human yet, but I do, and nobody understands. I’m not mad at you. Forgive me?”
Note from Ronda: This story is not yet published, but you can read similar tales in When Assassins and Allies Conspire, which you can get on Amazon at Amazon author page
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